Oh, Please Give Me A Break!


Oh, please give me a break!
I don’t speak the language
That divide and categorize
I don’t take pride in belonging to the groups
It’s a sheer hypocrisy to which I won’t stoop
I speak the language – the language of smile
The universal language, yes, that is mine

Oh, please give me a break!
I don’t belong to a certain country, region or a state
The whole world is my home
Where I’d like to freely roam
Discrimination is figment of feeble mind
Which make human, inhuman and blind
And hinder the progress of entire mankind.

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Shahid Khan

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Shahid Khan works at ISRO (Indian Space Research Organisation) and loves writing, especially poetry. He likes to express himself through various poetic forms. So far he has written poems in poetic forms like English Ghazal, Haiku, Tanka, Rondel (French Form), Triolet, Acrostic and Etheree beside other popular forms. His poems have appeared in many national and international publications. He contributes regularly with his poems and articles for an online magazine “Reflection W&R Mag”.
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Kenneth Miller
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I feel so compelled to understand every single word, and then the things I miss hurt, leave an emptiness, make me feel deceived. so I am left wondering if a smile is enough. I guess it had better be because so many of these other barriers are persistent.

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